Gray

//Maybe things appear gray

Maybe that’s okay

Because when fog flutters away

Love makes its stay with colors coated in the grandeur of gray//

Tears Speak

//Tears speak

When words are foggy photographs

Let your canvas be your cheek

Hide with me until the time has past//

The dance

//An ebb, a flow

A dance so slow

Ever-moving,

Resting still

Here am I,

To abide//

Emmie

//A flame gathers my scattered gaze, she remedies the dark

Holding my sight for ransom

With an incandescent spark

Offering grace, she shows me beauty she masters the dark

Focused on her mystery, I’m guided by her spark//

My chair

//Everyone ought to have a spot.

A place characterized by thought.

Or maybe not.

It could just be a spot, to sit and rot.

But at least it is your own

A nook, a haven, a throne.

A place to be free, a place to sit and see, a spot to simply be//

Mist

//A misty mystery has my eye

Hosting heroes in severed skies

Rocky ridges steeply staring

Toward elusive elegance,

Reappearing.

I can’t see but I can trust

Beyond the mist,

In the mystery,

There is Love//

Sky’s End

//A friend beyond the horizon

Farther than the sky’s end

There, I have a rendezvous

Home bleeding through

As Hope closes in

My friend beyond the horizon//

Ahead

//Look, Wooded glades and a frosty haze, wander forth and find your place

The clearing appearing, mirroring the healing feeling of an open sky ceiling

Is it not freeing? Seeing and breathing in this spacious clearing?//